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The Soul's Dawn

This was a poem I created in the spring while hiking at Lake Rusalka in Poznan. There was a point where I diverted from the concrete path and turned to a narrow, dirt trail. I followed this meandering way for quite some time. I stumbled upon a small stream flowing near me. Then, I stopped and looked at the filtered sunlight through the trees. That's when that inspiration, that wonder, began to flow from within: 

The Soul's Dawn

The dawn of a new light
Is my delight
Water flows
Tree-lined forests glow
Green grasses grow
My soul rests
I can only attest
To what is new
And what can be restored
From the holes of my soul.

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